And so it came to pass; their mother returned, so I marched them off up to school and left them there for her to get later.

I returned home to make up the missing 7 hours I'd lost over the week. I've almost got my time back into some sort of order. Almost.

Then with the work stabilsed, I went about sorting sheets and clothes and other bits of domesticness. And laid waste to hers, too. (I really need to get her a new washing machine)

Eventually I grabbed a bus - so laden down was I- to hers; dinner and a glass of wine before exiting ahead of the returning gymnast and pasuing briefly to get zatar and pistachios at Maqbouls, I made ma way home to glorious Granton.